This is a song about "Made it in the building"

The atmosphere, from the hostility made it heavy

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

I hope you hit me by 3, i'm incoherent by the evening

True nigga in the building getting paper under the ceiling,

Illegitimate spittin' shit equivalent to penguins in a building,

I guess i left my dignity up in the cupboard, cause every girl i'm digging

True nigga in the building getting paper under the ceiling,

I can out-preach a deacon once the words get to speaking

I've made it in the building

And my only fear's a wedding ring

The main freestyle king back in the building

Quite gifted, ambitions of life living